The world is dying—not from war, famine, or plague, but from something far older. It breathes beneath our feet, waking after eons of silence. Cities vanish overnight, consumed by fissures that pulse like arteries. Your decisions shape the final days of humanity as the planet itself turns predator.

I open my eyes to darkness. A voice hums in the void of my mind. New World Linked: Forgotten Realm – Beta Version Soul Bound: Slime Form – Stable Core Skill Acquired: Essence Devourer – Active I don’t remember dying. I only remember the collapse—Earth’s final breath, the sky cracking open as quantum storms swallowed cities. Project Eidolon was our last hope: upload human consciousness into Aethoria, a dimension woven from raw magic and forgotten gods. But something went wrong. Or perhaps everything did. Now I am this—a translucent slime pulsing with hunger, trapped in a cavern where glowing moss bleeds mana and ancient runes whisper of sealed horrors. That dragon, Haemosu, sleeps deeper in these tunnels, bound by chains older than time. And the Voice? It knows more than it says. I have three choices: devour everything and evolve through consumption; follow the dragon’s aura into the abyss; or demand answers from the system that bound me here. Every decision will reshape what I become—monster, master, or myth. My body may be simple, but my choices are not. Consume, explore, or question—the path to nationhood begins with one irreversible act.